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I.....
~am tired. That's not unusual nowadays, is it?
~spent the entire day today putting away my indoor Christmas decorations. I really, truly am so excited that it got done. This task was weighing terribly on me (I have a LOT of Christmas stuff, including three trees) and I had resigned myself to the fact that it probably wasn't going to get done by the time Peanut got here. (And, it probably wouldn't have, had it not been for Shane, once again coming to my rescue....) There is just too much else going on, too much we are trying to do! I figured it would be March, at the earliest *grin* that I would have the energy for such a task again--but it's now all behind me. *yeeeeeee-aaaaaaaaay*
~do not know what I would do without my husband. I mean, seriously....he is in the bathroom right now, scrubbing my shower down, so that I won't have to. The guy is unbelievable. He worked himself silly today, he helps me at every turn, and he is still in there now, serving so that I can rest. I can not say enough about how thankful I am for him. I LOVE YOU, BABE--in all CAPS.
~am really excited to report that the boys' room is coming right along! The walls are all finished now....
.....sanding is done....YIKES!! What a messy job....
....and the ceiling is already primed and painted! We have big, BIG plans for the paint on the walls. I'll give you a hint in the form of the picture below, but you'll have to stay tuned and check out the finished product! Can you take a guess as to what we're going to do?
~am ready for some reading and some relaxing on the couch with my buddy, the heating pad. Oh, and Shane too, of course.
~go to the doctor again tomorrow--38 week checkup. I'll make sure to update if there is any new news on Peanut!
~am just amazed tonight, as I sit thinking about this little girl inside of me. She is moving, kicking, rolling all around....and I want to just soak up as much of it as I can in these next few days. The pains of pregnancy can be so hard, and, especially at the very end like this, so discouraging--but I am working so hard not to focus on that. It is amazing to me how there is a teeny tiny little person inside of me, getting ready in just the perfect time to come and meet us. The miracle of life is truly astounding, is it not? {We're ready for you Peanut....it won't be long now and we're so excited to have you join our family!}
(38 weeks, 3 days!)
Good {Monday} night everyone!!
We're in the process of rearranging around here. Peanut is coming quite soon, and we're doing our dead-level best to be as ready as we can for her when she gets here.
There is stuff everywhere, which has a tendency to drive this nesting, constantly-needing-cleanliness-and-order-pregnant-lady semi-crazy.
But, there is a good reason for it.
I'm working on this, by the way. I'm trying not to be too over the top right now, because I know things are only going to be messy and out of order for a bit; and, in the end, it is all going to be worth it--just like all of Shane's other projects around here.
I'm trying not to drive my husband semi-crazy in this process.
He's trying not to drive me semi-crazy in this process.
{We're both driving each other semi-crazy in this process.}
The office we renovated several months ago is now going to be Peanut's room, so everything in the office had to go somewhere else.
We decided that our toy room (I never posted pictures of the remodel of this room, but several months ago Shane turned part of the empty 'back room' space into a fourth bedroom. It was left empty and designated a 'toy room' for the boys.) was the most logical place for the office/guest bedroom to go, so we moved everything in there. It is now a very nice, cozy space!
With all of the furniture and everything moved, Peanut's room was now empty.
For like, 10 minutes.
The boys' room has been a project that Shane has wanted to tackle for a while. We have been making our way slowly through this house, and, for a while now, the "next project" has been their bedroom. Now seemed to Shane to be the best time. He really wanted to try to get all of the drywall work (which involves incredible amounts of dust) done before Peanut got here.
So, we moved everything out of the boys' room, so that Shane could rip out all the old paneling/ceiling/trim/door/closet stuff and replace it with new drywall, closet doors, trim and a new door. At this point, Shane has the drywall hung and two coats of mud on. One more coat to go, then sanding (ugh--worst part of drywall!), then priming/painting, then installing the new bed that Shane is building for Colin and putting all of the furniture and closet items back in.
*Whew.*
The boys' old room: very dark, ancient panelling, tile ceilings, narrow closet with no doors on it. You can also see all the yellowed marks of where we once had special treasures taped to the walls.
And where we are now (please don't mind the ladders, drywall jack, or the 'pirates' playing on the 'plank') looking first at the window wall and then at the closet wall:
{A side note: I'm so glad that most of that work involves him, and not me. And that he's so willing to do it! I'm helping as much as I can, but....I'm currently very great with child, and am physically not very capable of a whole lot of construction work. Heck....I'm barely capable of walking from one end of my house to another without getting out of breath.}
{I wish that were a joke.}
This was me, this past Thursday, trying to do my part by helping pick up nails and wood hunks off of the floor, after the demolition.
Yes, I am rocking the over-sized sweatshirt, fleece PJ pants, and no makeup look. It's how I roll when there's a blizzard outside and nowhere to go.
So, anyway....all of the boys' things had to go somewhere while Shane worked in their room.
The only logical place was Peanut's room.
Once Shane is done and everything is moved back into the boys' room, Peanut's room should be a snap. The walls are already a beautiful chocolate brown, so no painting needs to be done (other than painting our current crib white to match the furniture we have coming for her.) Her furniture is in, and is waiting to be picked up. There will be some putting together and installation required there--again, not my area--but that should be none too difficult for Shane.
We've gotten a few decorations for her room, and last week, Shane picked out and brought home the most beautiful light as a surprise to me. (He is loving all things girlie....have I mentioned that? Don't let him try to convince you otherwise.....)
I can't give you any pictures of her room yet--but here is a sneak peak at her light. It's hard, I found, to get a good picture of a light--this was the best I could do. It's white, with a brushed finish to look a bit 'antiquey' and has clear and pink glass beads that hang from it.
We love it.
We're busy--but with good reason.
Won't be long now.....
You can be sure, when you're pregnant, that many--if not all--of the following things will occur:
--You will receive all kinds of unsolicited advice on everything from what you should name your child to what kind of diapers to use and what kind of feeding/sleeping method works best. Whether you want to hear it or not.
--Random people will touch your belly without asking and act like they have the right to do so. You will feel like saying: "Would you touch my belly if it didn't look like a basketball? I didn't think so." But you won't, because you're just that nice.
--After about month seven, you won't be able to walk from here to there without getting out of breath. We won't even talk about stairs.
--Strangers will pick something up for you if you drop it on the ground. Without even asking.
--When you do actually have to bend over and pick something up yourself, it. will. not. be. pretty.
--Women--in most cases, mothers themselves--will look at you pitifully at the end of your pregnancy and just go, "Oh, honey. Hang in there." Because they understand.
--Your bladder will shrink to the size of a walnut, thus forcing you to make 19 bathroom trips each and every night. It's just the body's way of preparing you for those many middle-of-the-night feedings.
--Speaking of sleeping problems, forget about good sleep after 32 weeks or so. Comfortable sleeping positions will simply not be found beyond this point. Sleeping on stomach: impossible. Sleeping on your back: will just make you feel like there is a person on top of you that is squashing all of your internal organs, including your lungs, therefore making it impossible to breathe ('cause there is a person on top of you who is squashing all of your organs.) Sleeping on your side is the best/only real bet--however: be prepared to be awakened every little while or so by ear pain from sleeping on one side for so long. Do your best to heave your giant self over to your other side, and commence sleep again (until your other ear wakes you up, crying because you've laid on it for too long.)
--You will grow your own built-in table for books, drinks, and plates. *grin*
--You will feel all of your favorite foods come back in a matter of minutes/hours in the form of fire in your esophagus.
--You will begin to actually enjoy cocktails of two Tums followed by a chaser of Gas-X, due to the above stated reason and those medicines' esophagus/stomach calming benefits.
--With each subsequent pregnancy, you will delay pulling out your maternity clothes a bit longer. At 37 weeks, I still have yet to wear any maternity pants, thanks to the Bella Band.
--A shoehorn becomes a necessity, rather than a luxury.
--When you wear your super cute knee socks, and then you take them off at the end of the day, the super cute designs on those knee socks will still be embedded in your legs for at least a couple more hours (due to the swollen state of your legs).
--Horizontal stripes do add 10 pounds. *giggle*
{37 week belly pic}
Somehow, it's still a joy. And, it's still worth every minute.
I....
~am tired. Scratch that. Exhausted.
~ache and hurt. In a lot of places.
~am gigantic. Seriously....this is the point where you start to wonder 'how on earth can this baby get any bigger?' I. am. maxed. out. of. room.
~am discouraged. In several areas.
*sigh*
I am also.....
~having a better day than yesterday--whew. That one was bad.
~choosing to have joy.
~in love with my bed. Flannel sheets, a down comforter...it's the coziest bed ever, even if I can't actually sleep well in it right now.
~so thankful for heating pads. And Tums. And compression stockings. And stretchy pants. And Coca-Cola and cappuccino, every once in a while. And for this little Peanut inside of me, who makes me require these items on a consistent basis.
~amazingly grateful for my husband, who would go to the ends of the earth and back for me for anything.
~the benefactor of fantastic friends. And a great Mom.
~inside a warm, safe, beautiful and very cozy house--with no leaks in the roof, working appliances, and a full refrigerator and pantry. {And, a computer to blog and online shop, which makes me a 'tad' happier. *grin*}
~the owner of my very own Bible. There are many around the world who can't say that.
~sooooooooo thankful for my husband. Did I mention that?
It is going to be a better day.
A better week.
"This is the day the Lord has made....I will rejoice and be glad in it."
Backaches, veins, pains, soreness, laundry, housework, problems, and all.
34 weeks!! Not much longer until we meet our Peanut!!
Happy Monday everyone!
About week ago, I got a huge surprise.
My friends, Jen and Laura (who you'll 'meet' below) came to my house around 5:30 last Saturday night to pick me up. We are fortunate enough to have such wonderful hubbies that we get to have a "girls night" every few weeks or so--we go eat, hang out, talk, shop....and have sooooo much fun together.
Love them.
Anyway, Saturday was our scheduled night, and they got here to pick me up, but were acting a bit strange. We weren't going to our normal place, and they, in fact, wouldn't tell me where we were going. They were being very, very secretive.
And it bugged the heck out of me.
I am not one who handles surprises very well. Never have been. If I catch wind of something that even just might be going on, I will bug and bug and bug and bug a person (usually poor Shane or one of my friends) until they just give in and spill it so as to shut me the heck up tell me what's going on.
But, this time, I literally was completely in the dark.
I don't know if it was pregnancy brain or just a really, really well kept secret (probably a little of each, I suppose)--but I had no idea on earth that my closest friends and family were throwing me.....
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